Thank you chadwick. It's nice to be reminded that life is not 24 hrs repeated. People could give themselves a lot more freedom when they realise that and think of everyday as something new rather then the same thing over and over again. Nice work
life is,
the thorns that rip my skin apart exposing death beneath
life is,
the rusting breath that eats away my lungs
life is,
all i can not be and everything i don't want
life is,
death, the beginning of the end.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
life is,
the thorns that rip my skin apart exposing death beneath
life is,
the rusting breath that eats away my lungs
life is,
all i can not be and everything i don't want
life is,
death, the beginning of the end.
I like this poem. It sounds negative in a way, but when I read it again it actually sounds just like honesty, reality, what life really is. Did you mean it to be negative?
I like this poem. It sounds negative in a way, but when I read it again it actually sounds just like honesty, reality, what life really is. Did you mean it to be negative?
yes.
i can't remember what i was thinking, or what kind of mood i was in when i wrote it, but right now this is how i feel my life to be.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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So I'm not the only one that can't comprehend it? That's good to know. But it actually makes me sick in the gut to even try to imagine it.
yes, I agree. some great poems. That's just what I was hoping for when I started this thread. Keep 'em coming everyone. Love it
a great thread.
thank you for starting it.
i constantly think about it all.
stop me now before i go off again on another life rant.
the end. (for now)
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
nope, i want be stopping you. rave on, my friend, it's what the thread is for
the thorns that rip my skin apart exposing death beneath
life is,
the rusting breath that eats away my lungs
life is,
all i can not be and everything i don't want
life is,
death, the beginning of the end.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
I like this poem. It sounds negative in a way, but when I read it again it actually sounds just like honesty, reality, what life really is. Did you mean it to be negative?
yes.
i can't remember what i was thinking, or what kind of mood i was in when i wrote it, but right now this is how i feel my life to be.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say